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The morning after Yak and Wandee came to their fuck-buddy arrangement, Yak got back to the gym early enough to brush his teeth before training, which was what he was doing when Wandee’s words from the night before came thundering back into his ears like a particularly hard punch.
“I want to keep my first kiss for the person I truly love.”
Yak paused mid brush and stared as his reflection. Had Wandee really said first kiss? Yak had honestly been a little distracted at the time by Wandee being shirtless and still sweaty from their first round, so he had taken in the confirmation of the no-kissing-thing more than the reasoning, but running it back now, Wandee hadn’t said a first kiss, or even something about how he only kissed people he cared about. He had said his first kiss.
“Shit,” Yak said to the mirror, accidentally spitting out a little toothpaste. He hastily wiped it up so Cher wouldn’t scold him and spit out the rest into the sink. First kiss. His first kiss.
He spent the first half of his morning training in a daze, wondering how it was possible for Wandee to have never been kissed. Never? Not even in a childish game or dare, like Yak? Never drunkenly kissed someone at a club? Surely that was impossible—Wandee clearly wasn’t a virgin and he was so incredibly kissable. That mouth—
Oyei got him good with a jab to his bad shoulder and Yak jolted back to the present. Oyei was staring at him judgmentally, which Yak probably deserved.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Oyei asked. “You’ve got your head in the clouds.”
“Just tired,” Yak said, which he realized immediately was the wrong thing to say, because Oyei’s expression turned half-exasperated, half-teasing, his mouth opening to say something about Yak not coming home until that morning. To head him off, Yak threw a jab at his jaw, and he resolved to stop thinking about Wandee until he wasn’t busy.
That was easier said than done, as it turned out. Yak found himself remembering random things as he went about his day: Wandee’s sad little face when Yak had rejected him at the convenience store, the handsome doctor at the hospital who had been talking to Wandee like he was stupid and pathetic, the way Wandee had shrieked when Yak stuck his tongue into his belly button.
Still, it wasn’t until that night that the rest of what Wandee had said about his first kiss finally registered: he was saving it for someone he truly loved.
Did that mean Wandee had never loved anyone before? What about that handsome doctor? If he had accepted Wandee, would Wandee have kissed him? Ugh. That guy clearly didn’t deserve Wandee’s first kiss.
Why was he even thinking about this? Yak threw a light pulled punch at the wall and shook his head. It was just weird. Yak hadn’t had a ton of relationships in his life, but he’d had a few, and he had cared deeply about all of his partners. How had Wandee never had that?
Yak’s chest hurt. He pressed his hand to his sternum and rubbed gently, taking a deep breath. Cher, who was passing by in the hallway, stopped with a concerned look on his face.
“Yak, are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” Yak said.
His phone chirped with an incoming message. He pulled it out and saw a fresh text from Wandee.
I think I need some service tonight.
Mouth twitching, Yak sent back, What’s the matter, sir?
My internet seems to be out, Wandee replied. Do you think you can take a look at it?
I’ll get you reconnected ;)
Cher cleared his throat. Yak jerked his head up guiltily, hastily pocketing his phone. Cher was staring at him with a knowing look, his arms crossed.
“I’m guessing we shouldn’t expect you for dinner tonight,” Cher said.
“Um,” Yak said, “probably not.”
“Mm hmm.” Cher patted him on the arm. “Be safe.”
Yak’s whole face went hot, and he stuttered something out before fleeing down the hall, chased by Cher’s giggle
That night, Wandee met him at the door, dragging Yak inside before Yak had even finished delivering his carefully scripted porno line. Normally, this was where Yak would kiss his partner, but since that was off-limits, he bit Wandee’s ear instead. Wandee pinched him for that.
Much like the first time, they didn’t make it to the bedroom. Instead, Yak bent Wandee over the back of the couch and kissed his way down Wandee’s spine. He bit lightly Wandee’s ass, wanting so bad to sink his teeth in properly but knowing Wandee would probably scold him for that. Yak spread him open instead, staring shamelessly at the soft furl of Wandee’s hole, already slicked and ready for him.
“Wow,” Yak said, running his thumb around the rim. “Look at you.”
“Whatever, you like it,” Wandee said. Which was true.
“Can I eat you out?” Yak asked instead of acknowledging that Wandee was right.
Wandee’s hips twitched and his hole briefly tightened, which just made Yak’s dick throb in response. “You want to?”
“I really, really do,” Yak said.
“I don’t have any dental dams,” Wandee said hesitantly. “Can we, uh. Next time?”
Yak gazed longingly at Wandee’s hole. “We exchanged test results,” he pointed out. “Do we really need to?”
“I’d rather we did,” Wandee said primly. “I don’t know where your mouth has been.”
Yak rolled his eyes and said, “Recently? On you.” He punctuated that by biting the top of Wandee’s beautiful, delicious thigh.
“Next time,” Wandee said, firm. Yak could live with that.
Instead he took his time fingering Wandee, even though he was already loose and ready to go, and fucked in between those gorgeous thighs until Wandee was whining and pushing back into him, begging without words. Yak was already addicted to the curve of Wandee’s back when he arched like this, pushing his ass into Yak’s hips like he belonged there. Yak had to give in, he just had to.
By the time he had fucked Wandee to orgasm and he had filled the condom, they had successfully moved the couch forward at least a foot. Yak draped himself over Wandee’s back without pulling out and licked the skin behind Wandee’s ear. Wandee shivered and reached back blindly to stroke the side of Yak’s face.
After that, they moved the couch back to its original spot and ate takeout while heckling some show Wandee had dug up. Halfway through, Wandee got sauce on his lower lip, which was so enticing that Yak was already leaning toward him before he remembered the rule.
Wandee looked at him curiously. “What?” he asked.
“You’ve got—” Yak mimed wiping his own mouth. Wandee licked his lips; Yak swallowed hard as he watched the path of Wandee’s tongue.
The thing was, Yak liked kissing. He didn’t go around kissing just anyone, of course, he was usually more of a romantic than that, but to him kissing and sex were a type of intimacy that went hand-in-hand. Kissing let him feel, let him taste how his partner felt in the moment. Feeling them moan into his mouth was like taking a shot of pure vodka: instantly intoxicating.
He really wanted to kiss Wandee.
But that was okay. For Wandee, kissing meant a different sort of intimacy, one that Yak had no intention of offering—after all, he still had the title to win and Taemrak to woo. No point in making things overcomplicated. Just sex.
“Hey,” Wandee said, snapping his fingers in front of Yak’s face. Yak re-focused and realized Wandee had been talking.
“Uh,” he said.
Wandee smirked. “Are you already horny again?” He glanced down at Yak’s lap. “Is this the legendary stamina of an athlete?”
“I have a lot of energy, okay,” Yak said. “We should probably digest first, though, right?”
Wandee laughed. “It isn’t like swimming.”
“It might involve holding your breath,” Yak countered.
“Only if you’re lucky,” Wandee shot back. But his gaze betrayed him; he was already looking back at Yak’s crotch. Yak grinned and set aside his takeout container before leaning back.
“I think I’m pretty lucky,” Yak said. “What do you think?”
“Hm.” Wandee licked his lips again. Yak’s dick twitched. “I think your horoscope today must have been very good.”
Yak lifted his hips to shimmy out of his boxers while Wandee slid off the couch. Once his dick was out, Yak grabbed a pillow and shoved it into Wandee’s hands for him to kneel on, which Wandee took with a surprised look and a mumbled, “Thanks.”
Even through the condom, Wandee’s mouth was a dream. He was good, only a little sloppy and that was because he was a little too eager on his first attempt to get as much of Yak in his mouth as possible. Yak stroked Wandee’s hair and cooed at his disgruntled expression.
“It’s okay, it’s a big mouthful,” Yak teased.
Wandee glared at him balefully. “Stop looking so proud of it.”
“You seem to like it,” Yak said.
Wandee took a breath and leaned back in. He got farther this time, and Yak forgot all of his smart comments when Wandee swallowed around him. He held Wandee’s face gently as Wandee sucked him off, the muscles in his jaw working beneath Yak’s fingers. At some point, Yak had his thumb pressed to the corner of Wandee’s mouth where he was stretched open. Wandee’s lips were so soft. And with that thought, Yak was coming, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Fuck,” Yak gasped, trying to push Wandee off so he didn’t accidentally hurt him, but Wandee let him ride it out without moving away, even though he choked a little. When he pulled off, grimacing slightly, his mouth was swollen and red, used. Yak touched the corner of Wandee’s mouth again, gentler now, and stroked the damp skin. Wandee met his eyes, and there was a moment where it felt like Yak could lean in and just—
“Ugh, even flavored ones taste nasty,” Wandee complained, pulling away from Yak to wipe his mouth with the back of his wrist.
It was on the tip of Yak’s tongue to suggest that hey, maybe they could go without—but then he imagined what that might mean, and what that might mean to Wandee, and he swallowed back the urge. Even if what he’d rather be swallowing was Wandee.
“Come here,” he said instead, and he pulled Wandee up to straddle his lap so he could jerk Wandee off while leaving marks along his pale shoulder. When Wandee came, he buried his face into Yak’s shoulder; his lips brushed Yak’s neck in a whisper of a kiss.
The next day, Yak kept touching that spot until Oyei asked him if he had a rash. Yak hastily dropped his hand and said it was a mosquito bite.
A few weeks in, Yak had kissed most parts of Wandee’s body. The back of his knee, his wrist, his dimples, the freckle on his lower back. There was a spot on Wandee’s neck, right above his pulse, that had become Yak’s favorite place to leave his mark. Feeling Wandee’s heartbeat speed up beneath his lips never failed to get him hot; it was the closest he got to the way kissing someone made him feel.
He had even, with a dental dam and Wandee’s slightly shy permission, eaten Wandee out until Wandee was half-sobbing the pillow, his ass and thighs red from where Yak couldn’t help but grab. They’d tried a few more adventurous things, but that was Yak’s favorite; he loved seeing Wandee absolutely fall apart. It was even better when he could fuck into him after that, with Wandee already so boneless and pliant beneath him.
Wandee had loosened up a bit about Yak sniff-kissing him, at least; he permitted it when they were still basking in the afterglow, and occasionally when Yak was leaving in the morning. Yak took shameless advantage of it, laughing when Wandee complained and batted him away.
None of that kept Yak from looking at Wandee’s mouth and thinking, though. He knew Wandee noticed, but he couldn’t stop himself sometimes. For all that this was a casual thing, he was seeing Wandee most nights, usually having dinner first or in between rounds, and it felt wrong that he hadn’t yet kissed Wandee, that Yak couldn’t give that to him.
“—and I can’t believe she slapped him!” Wandee was saying as he reached for the shampoo. It had been a particularly exciting episode of the lakorn they were currently watching, enough that Yak had been distracted from how much thigh Wandee’s shorts revealed, but right now Yak had little interest in rehashing it.
“Let me,” he said, taking the bottle from Wandee. Wandee looked up at him in surprise, those big eyes soft and gentle. Yak squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and began massaging it through Wandee’s hair, rubbing in gentle circles until Wandee’s eyes slid shut and he leaned into Yak’s touch.
“Feels nice,” Wandee said with a sigh.
Yak kissed his forehead lightly and tilted Wandee’s head back into the shower spray. “You’re getting the five-star service tonight, Doc. Will I get a tip?”
“More than a tip,” Wandee said. Yak snorted, then jumped a little when Wandee’s wandering hand wrapped around his dick.
When they eventually made it out of the shower, Yak helped Wandee towel off his hair, doing his best to be gentle. Wandee watched him the whole time, his gaze once again soft and thoughtful. Yak was leaning in before he realized what he was doing, drawn in as if magnetized.
He felt Wandee’s breath against his lips; their noses brushed. Yak’s heart was in his mouth—this must be how moths felt right before they flew into the flame—
Wandee pressed a finger to Yak’s mouth and pushed him away with a little shake of his head.
Yak stared at him and thought, right. The person Wandee truly loves. Which wasn’t him, and shouldn’t be him anyway.
But still—
Yak reached up to his necklace and unfastened it. His heart was beating so hard it was almost painful, but his hands were remarkably steady as he leaned forward to place it around Wandee’s neck instead. It looked right, settled right in the hollow of his throat. And seeing it soothed something in Yak’s chest, made him breathe easier.
He leaned in again; Wandee didn’t lean away. If Yak pushed it, he had a feeling Wandee might let him—but Yak wasn’t going to take this from him. Wandee was saving his first kiss, and Yak wouldn’t be the one to give it to him.
Instead, he pressed his lips to the cool metal of the pendant and imagined he was kissing Wandee’s lips. He hoped Wandee could feel how much Yak liked him, how much he enjoyed his company and his time. Even if this was just sex, it mattered to him. He hoped Wandee knew that.
When he lifted his head and met Wandee’s eyes, he could tell that Wandee understood. Yak let his hand rest over Wandee’s wrist and smiled faintly. Beneath Yak’s thumb, Wandee’s pulse raced.